We coexist, and I want to be good juxtaposedI remember you stood up to take off your pantsand fell off the bed, I rememberI don’t like you anymore. Remember:it’s bored of, not bored with.

I want this to work. You can tie me up,or I can tie you up, I heard loss of poweris power, someone said that.Someone else said that only power is real power.Whatever works, I guess I just want to be good with youbut honestly I've never made sense of my bodyin conjunction with yours.I don’t know where to put my trash.

If I had five hundred dollars I’d buy a skateboardwith a Basquiat print on it and ride it so the colors came off.In theory I don’t want a gun to my head but empatheticallypeace is a scam. The guy waiting in linefor pizza tells me I’m inherently gentle because:women have umbilical chords, they’re literallyattached to their young.

You have been good from the start but Iam a trash baby. My daddy picked me up from the dump.When you said self-love I was sure you meant jerk off.You say learn to love yourself and I wonder if you will practice what you preach and learn to love me too.

You’re going to make me come I say itto an empty room and I think,I am good at this at least.

Aja Moore is a writer currently working to complete her undergraduate degree. This is her first published poem.

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